This is a song about "Figure out q"

Have i yet to figure out that love is a mess

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Just to figure out we're puppets and controlled

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

As for me, all i wanna do is figure out why

But i think i'm still trying to figure this crap out

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

There's just something about my sound that you can't figure out,

I must go like fly route

Tryin' to figure a way out

I was just trying to figure out what i really even had

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back